the family creeper
A bit of online idleness and curiosity a few weeks ago has turned into hobby . . genealogy, yep, the 'ol family tree.
In my family it's a massive challenge as there is very questionable grandparentage on both sides; I'm missing a couple of grandads in fact. They probably both realised what abominable lineage they'd started and decided to skip and run.
But I'm hot on their trails and it's only a matter of time now before I bring them to book for their crimes against humanity (albeit posthumously).
I've spent hours trawling through Yorkshire BMD indexes covering the last 150 years. I've sent off for several birth, marriage and death certificates. It's become a bit of an obsession in fact, my dreams are populated with men in cloth caps and braces; pervaded with the stench of haddock and pipe tobacco.. I wake up in the night bathed in cold sweat screaming out stuff like, "eee by gum"... "you dont get owt fer nowt".."I'll tell thee!!". ...............